Then removed them and licked my juices off my fingers. I loved tasting my sweet pussy. I shoved them deep inside me again and began moving them in and...out of me slowly at first and then I found the rhythm of the train. The tracks below me were vibrating the couch I was laying on and it made the whole thing more erotic and better. Moving my fingers in and out of me faster and faster and pinching my nipple harder and harder until finally I felt my juices start to flow, I arched my back and the. Sitting in front of me, her cleavage was visible, some clearly, some behind her light sari. She had big boobs, no doubt. And once in a while, her red bra used to show at her shoulder. Unexpectedly (I was suffering from the stereotype that South Indian girls are not fair, that stereotype was broken), she was really fair.“And what about oral sex?” she inquisitively asked, I was taken aback for a moment.“it is amazing. It is just the best. When I lick a pussy, I feel so good. And when a girl sucks. ?You must be parse. There is a bottle of water on the table behind you. Drink up. And no, its not laced with anything, from this point forth we want you lucid.? As her eyes begun adjusting to the lights, she opened them again and looked around. The room she was in was maybe 40x40 feet, dark gray from floor to ceiling. The walls were padded cotton, the floor checkered white – gray chess-board that matched the walls. Small black glass globes were everywhere; at least 20 on each wall and double. I heard it plain this time."Are you going to take care of me now, Matthew? You promised. Remember?"The first promise I'd ever made her. I remembered. I would never forget again."I will take care of you." My echo sounding from that summer, our summer.I worked earnestly as she played joyously in my cock and balls.Her body too soon was racked by orgasm as it tore thru like wild fire. She gripped my sack, screamed my name and convulsed violently above me. She wound down presently and collapsed onto.